Leave the bathroom wearing just a tank top and bra

Mackenzie peeked her head out of the bathroom door. There were still a handful of people in the hall, but the majority had settled into their next class. It was as good a window as she was likely to get.

The redhead exited the bathroom and, walking briskly but not running, headed for the building's exit. She had pulled her tank top down to her hips, letting it cover her formerly bottomless lower half. Although she did have to hold it in place to make sure it stayed there. But she was still quite a notable sight, zipping through the hall in just a bra, shirt around her waist, and socks. The only thought in Mackenzie's mind at that moment was getting back to her dorm. It would be a frigid trek across campus, but at least she wasn't totally bare this time.

However, the SSFC member hiding nearby had quite a different set of thoughts in mind. Because the plan they had labored over for weeks was finally going to start coming to fruition. The earlier part of the day had been a good way to get Mackenzie down to almost no clothes, but now it was time to truly begin Plan 7. And the first step came now, with the Shy Streaker meeting a very specific student...

As Mackenzie rounded a corner, her feet hit a freshly cleaned section of the floor. Even in sneakers, some students might have slipped slightly on it. So, in just her socks, Mackenzie stood no chance. She instantly started stumbling out of control as she suddenly found herself sliding across the smooth floor. The barely-clothed redhead crashed right into another girl, who had been carrying some sort of large canvas. Luckily, the two of them didn't quite fall over. However, Mackenzie did end up sort of shoving her against the wall.

"Oh my god are you okay?" Mackenzie nervously asked as she carefully stepped back a bit. She held onto the canvas as she did so to make sure it didn't fall from the other girl's arms. The other girl had bright pink hair and was about Mackenzie's height, though not quite as curvy, and had blue framed glasses resting on her cute round nose.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about m-" the other girl said before gasping suddenly. Mackenzie, having gotten this exact reaction to suddenly being discovered in a state of undress before, assumed this stranger was reacting to her rather minimalist wardrobe. Instead, the girl blurted out, "THE CANVAS!" and began frantically inspecting the front of the canvas.

Mackenzie winced slightly, hoping she hadn't accidentally ruined some poor art student's art project. But when she leaned forward to glance down at the other side of the canvas, she found it blank.

"It's still intact! Thank goodness..." the girl said, clearly more than a little relieved. "Um, thanks for holding that! I just spent the past two hours trying to get it glued together just right."

"No problem," Mackenzie replied. She tried to hand it back to the girl, but found the back of the canvas was sticking to her left arm, which had been lowered to keep a grip on her improvised skirt. And that wasn't all it was sticking to...

"Oh no, it didn't stick to your skin anywhere did it?" the girl gasped again.

"Um, I think it might have..." Mackenzie forlornly said. She tried to relinquish the canvas again, but was now certain that her left arm, right hand, and bra cups were all firmly adhered to the canvas. She continued, "...and my, uh, clothes, too."

"Oh, that's no good!" the pink haired girl said, "This is heavy duty stuff! Here, come with me to the art supplies room. They've got a solution to help dissolve the glue in there. I was actually heading right that way now to drop the canvas off!" the girl giggled.

"Oh, um, sure, I guess that would be best, huh?" Mackenzie acquiesced. The hall was far from crowded, but she was drawing the gazes of everyone who was present for the spectacle. Getting out of sight and her clothes unstuck certainly sounded a lot more appealing then having to lug a canvas all the way back to her room. "Is it far?"

"Not far at all!" the girl replied as she beckoned for Mackenzie to follow her. "Oh, I'm Cass, by the way!"

The girl stuck out her hand, as if for Mackenzie to shake it, only to realize her error and to withdraw it with a giggle a moment later.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"I-it's fine," Mackenzie couldn't help but give a slight chuckle as well. "Mackenzie."

As she walked, she tried to keep the canvas exactly in place, but she was of course unable to a perfect job of this. As a result, each step she took would result in the sticky frame tugging back and forth at her bra ever so slightly. So as the two trekked through the hallway, both shoulder straps slowly found their way to slipping off Mackenzie's smooth pale shoulders. Her bra cups still stayed in place luckily, glued to the top of the canvas as they were. To complicate matters, Mackenzie was no longer able to regrip or adjust the tank top she was essentially holding around her waist. And it, too, was slowly but surely sliding a bit lower on her body, now baring the very top of Mackenzie's beautiful butt.

The incognito SSFC member couldn't have been more thrilled as they kept an eye on Mackenzie. Their plan was going perfectly so far!

"It's just at the end of the hall here," Cass said, motioning to a door appropriately labelled ART SUPPLIES.

Mackenzie was halfway through giving a sigh of relative relief when it was interrupted by a angry, roaring voice.

"AHA!! FOUND YOU!" Jack Feldman bellowed from twenty feet behind them.

Mackenzie whirled to face him, both in surprise and to help keep her mostly exposed body out of sight from her now sworn enemy. The campus security officer was pointing right at the redhead, complete with a furious gaze. It had been a while since she'd last had to deal with Jack and his bizarre vendetta against her. If the asshole got to her now, in her half-naked state, she'd get suspended from school for sure.

SHIT! Mackenzie thought, I've got to get away from him!

SHIT! the nearby SSFC member thought, echoing Mackenzie's thoughts. Wasn't someone supposed to be making sure he was chasing the wrong trail? I've got to stop him!

Jack began sprinting towards the two girls, dead set on slapping his zip-ties on the exhibitionist thorn in his side once and for all...